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You Break Me

Being on top does not mean being in control
When you are below me
Holding
Between thumb and finger
Firm pink flesh
Twisting and manipulating
Bringing me closer as you tighten your grip
My steady rocking accelerating
And for a moment
I find my body resisting
Always afraid to let go
Until you demand it of me
And after a second
All sensation implodes
I go blind
Scream your name senselessly
Hands clutch
Blankets
Belly
Wall
Air
My body clenches
Voice goes hoarse
But you push a little further
Encouraging and encore
You rend every last breath from my lungs
Obscenities and love are all I can speak
And we crash back down
To our whole bodies
Which had only just existed in small fractions
Breaths are ragged
Throat is raw
Remains of pleasure making me shake
While you tremble
Coming down from your kingly high
Both drunk from sweat
From sex
From being the other's everything